The Bet
Title: The Bet
Pairing: Lea/Dianna
Rating: R
Length: ~1,200
Summary: It's the NFC Championship, Lea and Dianna make a little wager to make the game more interesting.
Author's Note: For madndizzee and felonious_skunk
It's Lea that suggests they watch the game in separate places when she and Dianna get back from their vacation in the mountains. She knows Dianna isn't a huge sports fanatic but it's the NFC championship and San Francisco is her home town. Everyone knows how Lea feels about her Giants.
“It'll be fine, Lea,” Dianna assures her. “It's just a football game.”
So, the pair spend all day making their favorite vegan snack food and Lea digs out her Eli Manning Giants jersey. It shocks her to find out that Dianna has a Jerry Rice 49ers jersey. It looks old and worn out but it hugs Dianna in all the right places.
“My dad got it for me.”
“It looks a little small...”
“I was only thirteen when he got it for me.”
Lea isn't going to complain. It did make the Ravens/Patriots game a little difficult to concentrate on but, again, no complaints. It's not the game she needs to focus on, though. All of her good energy must go to her Giants.
It's all just a game until the 49ers score first. Dianna is dancing around the living room like a lunatic and texting her dad while Lea sits on the couch with her arms folded across her chest, pouting. It's a beautiful score, really, but it isn't her team.
“Oh come on, baby!” Dianna coos, flopping back down on the couch. “It's just a game.”
“Hmph.”
Dianna's devious smile should warn the brunette but she's still too busy pouting. “I'll make you a deal,” Dianna purrs. “Strip football. My team scores, you strip. Your team scores, I strip.”
The idea catches Lea's attention right away. Oh hell yes.
“I believe I owe you,” Lea pauses as the 49ers pick up the extra point with a field goal, “two articles of clothing.” She immediately pulls off her socks and shorts and tosses them on the floor. This game is going to rock.
It's even better when the Giants score. Dianna's socks and sweatpants hit the floor and Lea, in her excitement, tweets about the touchdown. Yes, the game is exciting, but getting her girlfriend naked is much, much more awesome.
A field goal goes through the uprights just before the first half ends and Lea is jumping around the apartment, squealing, while Dianna grimaces. She pulls her arms out of the long shirt she has under her jersey and manages to get it off while keeping the maroon and gold in place. Lea is disappointed until she notices that she can see a bit of skin through the mesh fabric.
“Looks like your plan is backfiring,” Lea giggles.
“Oh hush.”
“You can't hide for long, baby,” Lea whispers, slipping her hand under Dianna's shirt. “My boys will have you stark naked by the end of the game.”
“Keep dreaming.”
They miss the first few seconds of the second half because Lea absolutely cannot keep her hands away from Dianna's everything during halftime. The blonde is pinned underneath her, Lea's lips attached to Dianna's neck and grinding her hips in an oh-so-delicious way. Lea's fingers are just making their way into Dianna's boyshorts when the brunette realizes that the second half has begun and immediately tears away to cheer on her team
“You realize that you just gave up sex for football?” Dianna asks, a little disgruntled.
“We can have sex any day. Watching the Giants whip your team's ass is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
“We'll see about that.”
“What? The game?”
“No, the sex.”
Most of the third quarter is uneventful and Lea's hands are again roaming when they hear the roar of cheers on the TV screen. The 49ers scored a touchdown. It's Dianna who is jumping around the living room now, Lea sighing heavily. She pulls off the tanktop she has underneath her jersey, followed by her sport bra when the field goal is good.
“That's kinda hot, actually,” Dianna says with a grin. “You don't have much left to go.”
“Neither do you.”
“What happens if they both score twice again?”
Lea smirks. “I get to ogle my naked, hot girlfriend for the rest of the game.”
“I like that idea.”
“I can be pretty brilliant.”
Halfway through the 4th quarter, both girls are on the edge of their couch with Lea squealing for the Giants to score and Dianna groaning and praying for an interception. When the Giants score, Lea literally leaps off the couch and screams in victory.
“That's right!” she says, thrusting her fist in the air. “Say goodbye to your shirt, Agron.” She watches the screen for a moment more and turns back to her girlfriend with a devilish grin when the extra point is good. “And the underwear.”
Dianna can only sigh. Lea licks her lips, watching with lust in her eyes as Dianna strips off her jersey, nothing underneath, and tosses it onto the floor with her other clothes. She hesitates before standing up and slipping her boyshorts down creamy thighs. Lea loves this sight more than anything.
“He-llo gorgeous,” Lea growls, sauntering forward and wrapping her arms around Dianna's waist. “I don't even care who wins now.”
“Don't lie, you still want the Giants to win.”
Lea is leaning up for a kiss when Dianna shrieks and practically shoves her out of the way to point at the screen, the 49ers nearing the endzone. It only ends up a fieldgoal but Dianna still smirks when she turns to Lea and motions for the brunette's shirt to come off.
“We're still going to whip some 49er ass,” Lea says, pulling her jersey over her head. “Just wait.”
As regular time ticks down and the score is tied, Lea is frustrated to say the least. She's just had to spend the better part of the last hour watching her very naked girlfriend get excited and disappointed again. And it's very obviously cold in the apartment. And, honestly, Lea wants nothing more than a mouthful of Dianna. So, she gets just that.
“Lea!” Dianna shrieks when the brunette's mouth attaches to her neck. “The-the game.”
“I don't care anymore,” Lea mumbles against pale skin.
Lea finds herself again on top of her girlfriend, bodies pressed together and hands roaming. She's not sure when her underwear disappears but it does and it's just her and Dianna with the game in the background, no longer cared about.
The couch is practically destroyed and Lea barely remembers anything before passing out on top of her girlfriend, each one breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. They awaken an hour later, the TV having shut off on its own after inactivity.
“Lea?” Dianna mumbles. “Who won?”
“I did.”
“I mean the game.”
“I...don't really care.”
“Where are all the couch cushions?”
“I don't really care about that, either.”
Dianna only giggles and wraps her arms around Lea's back, running her fingertips up and down the brunette's spine.
Lea eventually gets bragging rights, the Giants winning the game with a field goal in overtime, but it doesn't really matter. After all, it's just a game...as long as the Giants win the Superbowl, that is.
Pairing: Lea/Dianna
Rating: R
Length: ~1,200
Summary: It's the NFC Championship, Lea and Dianna make a little wager to make the game more interesting.
Author's Note: For madndizzee and felonious_skunk
It's Lea that suggests they watch the game in separate places when she and Dianna get back from their vacation in the mountains. She knows Dianna isn't a huge sports fanatic but it's the NFC championship and San Francisco is her home town. Everyone knows how Lea feels about her Giants.
“It'll be fine, Lea,” Dianna assures her. “It's just a football game.”
So, the pair spend all day making their favorite vegan snack food and Lea digs out her Eli Manning Giants jersey. It shocks her to find out that Dianna has a Jerry Rice 49ers jersey. It looks old and worn out but it hugs Dianna in all the right places.
“My dad got it for me.”
“It looks a little small...”
“I was only thirteen when he got it for me.”
Lea isn't going to complain. It did make the Ravens/Patriots game a little difficult to concentrate on but, again, no complaints. It's not the game she needs to focus on, though. All of her good energy must go to her Giants.
It's all just a game until the 49ers score first. Dianna is dancing around the living room like a lunatic and texting her dad while Lea sits on the couch with her arms folded across her chest, pouting. It's a beautiful score, really, but it isn't her team.
“Oh come on, baby!” Dianna coos, flopping back down on the couch. “It's just a game.”
“Hmph.”
Dianna's devious smile should warn the brunette but she's still too busy pouting. “I'll make you a deal,” Dianna purrs. “Strip football. My team scores, you strip. Your team scores, I strip.”
The idea catches Lea's attention right away. Oh hell yes.
“I believe I owe you,” Lea pauses as the 49ers pick up the extra point with a field goal, “two articles of clothing.” She immediately pulls off her socks and shorts and tosses them on the floor. This game is going to rock.
It's even better when the Giants score. Dianna's socks and sweatpants hit the floor and Lea, in her excitement, tweets about the touchdown. Yes, the game is exciting, but getting her girlfriend naked is much, much more awesome.
A field goal goes through the uprights just before the first half ends and Lea is jumping around the apartment, squealing, while Dianna grimaces. She pulls her arms out of the long shirt she has under her jersey and manages to get it off while keeping the maroon and gold in place. Lea is disappointed until she notices that she can see a bit of skin through the mesh fabric.
“Looks like your plan is backfiring,” Lea giggles.
“Oh hush.”
“You can't hide for long, baby,” Lea whispers, slipping her hand under Dianna's shirt. “My boys will have you stark naked by the end of the game.”
“Keep dreaming.”
They miss the first few seconds of the second half because Lea absolutely cannot keep her hands away from Dianna's everything during halftime. The blonde is pinned underneath her, Lea's lips attached to Dianna's neck and grinding her hips in an oh-so-delicious way. Lea's fingers are just making their way into Dianna's boyshorts when the brunette realizes that the second half has begun and immediately tears away to cheer on her team
“You realize that you just gave up sex for football?” Dianna asks, a little disgruntled.
“We can have sex any day. Watching the Giants whip your team's ass is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
“We'll see about that.”
“What? The game?”
“No, the sex.”
Most of the third quarter is uneventful and Lea's hands are again roaming when they hear the roar of cheers on the TV screen. The 49ers scored a touchdown. It's Dianna who is jumping around the living room now, Lea sighing heavily. She pulls off the tanktop she has underneath her jersey, followed by her sport bra when the field goal is good.
“That's kinda hot, actually,” Dianna says with a grin. “You don't have much left to go.”
“Neither do you.”
“What happens if they both score twice again?”
Lea smirks. “I get to ogle my naked, hot girlfriend for the rest of the game.”
“I like that idea.”
“I can be pretty brilliant.”
Halfway through the 4th quarter, both girls are on the edge of their couch with Lea squealing for the Giants to score and Dianna groaning and praying for an interception. When the Giants score, Lea literally leaps off the couch and screams in victory.
“That's right!” she says, thrusting her fist in the air. “Say goodbye to your shirt, Agron.” She watches the screen for a moment more and turns back to her girlfriend with a devilish grin when the extra point is good. “And the underwear.”
Dianna can only sigh. Lea licks her lips, watching with lust in her eyes as Dianna strips off her jersey, nothing underneath, and tosses it onto the floor with her other clothes. She hesitates before standing up and slipping her boyshorts down creamy thighs. Lea loves this sight more than anything.
“He-llo gorgeous,” Lea growls, sauntering forward and wrapping her arms around Dianna's waist. “I don't even care who wins now.”
“Don't lie, you still want the Giants to win.”
Lea is leaning up for a kiss when Dianna shrieks and practically shoves her out of the way to point at the screen, the 49ers nearing the endzone. It only ends up a fieldgoal but Dianna still smirks when she turns to Lea and motions for the brunette's shirt to come off.
“We're still going to whip some 49er ass,” Lea says, pulling her jersey over her head. “Just wait.”
As regular time ticks down and the score is tied, Lea is frustrated to say the least. She's just had to spend the better part of the last hour watching her very naked girlfriend get excited and disappointed again. And it's very obviously cold in the apartment. And, honestly, Lea wants nothing more than a mouthful of Dianna. So, she gets just that.
“Lea!” Dianna shrieks when the brunette's mouth attaches to her neck. “The-the game.”
“I don't care anymore,” Lea mumbles against pale skin.
Lea finds herself again on top of her girlfriend, bodies pressed together and hands roaming. She's not sure when her underwear disappears but it does and it's just her and Dianna with the game in the background, no longer cared about.
The couch is practically destroyed and Lea barely remembers anything before passing out on top of her girlfriend, each one breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. They awaken an hour later, the TV having shut off on its own after inactivity.
“Lea?” Dianna mumbles. “Who won?”
“I did.”
“I mean the game.”
“I...don't really care.”
“Where are all the couch cushions?”
“I don't really care about that, either.”
Dianna only giggles and wraps her arms around Lea's back, running her fingertips up and down the brunette's spine.
Lea eventually gets bragging rights, the Giants winning the game with a field goal in overtime, but it doesn't really matter. After all, it's just a game...as long as the Giants win the Superbowl, that is.